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The night of June 14, 2003 continued -

Listening to the internal voice she normally repressed, Olivia ceased listening to her brain and listened to her body. Feeling the roughness of his denim clad legs, rubbing against the softness of her thighs, it felt so good what they were doing.

Fitz felt like his head was going to explode, both of them. He'd never been this aroused with anyone else before. Nothing else had ever felt so good, he felt invincible like anything was possible. He just had to keep kissing and touching her.

As their hips moved against each other, Olivia felt something building inside her, a spark of something electrical started at the base of her spine and climbed up slowly. She felt it build the faster her hips moved against his and when she slowed down, it simmered to a gentle burn.

Pulling back from his lips, she touched her lips softly with one hand, they felt puffy. Looking at Fitz, his eyes were slumberous, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, he looked at her, like she was something to be devoured. "Why'd you stop?" he mumbled huskily.

"I needed some air, you want to go upstairs to my bedroom? I don't want my parents to interrupt us, if they come home" she asked.

He nodded, slowly standing up, his erection pointing directly towards Olivia, he watched as she gathered her robe and his shirt. "Grab the tequila and shot glasses," she murmured. Fitz did and followed her as she went up the stairs. His eyes glued to her ass as she took each step, almost what seemed like slowly and seductively.

When she reached the top, she looked back at him, "C'mon," she teased, smirking at him. Following her down a hallway, she stopped at the end on the left, pushed open a door and he was in awe when he saw her book collection, it lined the walls. He loved to read but this was… "Wow, you have a lot of books," they lined the walls. He put the bottle on the side table and traced some of the book spines.

She walked over and grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward her bed. "Your turn to ask me, Truth or Dare." she filled up the shot glasses.

"Truth or Dare?" he asked, tossing a shot back of tequila, enjoying the warm burn down his throat.

"Dare," grabbing the shot glass, she tossed a shot back, re-filled the glass and tossed another one back. She was starting to feel the alcohol, she'd taken 4 or was it 5 shots?

"I dare you to you to put on your robe and take off the rest of your clothes under the robe then come sit on my lap," Fitz said, waiting for her response.

Olivia smiled at him, grabbing the bottle of tequila, she poured him a shot, "First, you have to catch up with me on shots and then I'll do your bidding."

Fitz took the shot glass from her and tossed it back. A car door slamming outside startled them out of their sensual haze. Olivia stood up and walked over to the window, smirking, "Mellie's out there, banging on your door."

"No one's home, she'll be banging all night," Fitz walked over to the window and they watched as Mellie banged for another minute, stomped her foot and looked up at the dark house. Stomping back to her car, she got in and squealed out of the driveway.

"Now where were we?" Fitz handed Olivia her robe. Walking back to the couch, he sat and waited for the show.

Olivia put on her robe, walked over in front of Fitz and stood between his outstretched legs, she may have never done anything like this in reality, but she had a healthy fantasy life. She belted her robe shut, it went to mid-thigh on her body. It was made of blue silky material, thin and comfortable.

Reaching into her robe with her arms, she took off her tank top and pulled it off out the top of her robe with one hand and tossed it on Fitz's lap. She pulled off her shorts and pulled them down her hips till they landed around her ankles, stepping out of them, she stood there in front of him.

She straddled his lap, hands ghosting his shoulders, a small smile on her face. "Dare complete."

Before he could speak, Olivia moved forward and kissed him. Her lips tentative and unsure, he took ownership of the kiss right away. Her hands touched his shoulders and he grabbed her ass firmly and swapped places with her, pushing her into the couch, he settled between her thighs.

Olivia pulled back from his drugging kisses, "Take off your jeans." Her words fell between them, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Fitz stood up and slowly undid the button, he pulled the zipper down slowly, his boxers were black and they strained as he pulled his jeans down and kicked them off.

Pulling him by the waistband of his boxers, Olivia pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his lap, for several minutes, all they did was kiss, eating at each other's lips hungrily. Olivia felt that spark at the base of her spine again, she wanted it to explode, she wanted to let go and give into her body's base needs.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked, pulling back from his drugging kisses.

Fitz nodded, he reached down and grabbed it out of his wallet from his back jean pocket. Olivia walked over to her bed and turned on a lamp, leaning back on her elbows, she laid back and waited for Fitz to come over to her bed.

He brought them each a shot of tequila, "time to unwrap my present," he winked at her.

Tossing the shot back, she put the shot glass on the side table. This was really happening, she was going to lose her virginity to the golden boy on the night of graduation, how cliché and yet how fitting.

Fitz moved over her on the bed, his lips drifted down to the crook of where her neck met her throat, her soft moans spurred him on. He laid himself out on top of her, her hands stroking the side of her robe open, so he could see her the curve of her breasts, beautiful and sumptuous.

"Damn, Liv' you were hiding these under those nerdy blouses, had I known that…" he trailed off while he continued to kiss her, moving down her chest, his lips tugged on a nipple. Olivia felt a deep pull in her feminine core, she felt a rush of warmth, her arousal was coating her inner thighs. She started moving against Fitz's thigh, pushing her body closer to him, his soft gentle kisses down the valley of her chest was not enough.

Pulling her robe open, she pulled his head down to her other breast and watched hungrily as he nipped at her nipple, licking and sucking. Moaning softly, she let him know how good it felt.

Fitz felt like his boxers were going to explode. He was pretty sure, that Olivia was a virgin, and he hadn't slept with a virgin before, he was only 18. He wanted to make her first sexual experience a good one.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, the words hung between them. She didn't answer at first, he felt awkward having asked that in the middle of their hot and heavy make-out session.

"Yes." Her lips tugged at his, small, soft bites blurred his mind and he forgot what they were talking about.

Olivia rolled out from under Fitz and pushed him on his back, he let, watching as her feisty side came out to play, she tugged his boxers down his legs and tossed them to the side. She shrugged out of her robe, stopping briefly to take in Fitz's body. A work of art, toned and muscular, from his scholastic extracurricular.

Fitz pulled her closer and their lips met again, body parts met, awkwardly at first then they settled into a semblance of rhythm.

Olivia was straddling Fitz's hips and she could feel his cock seeking out a heat source. Knowing that eventually he'd pop her cherry and it would hurt, she figured she could suck on his cock-sicle and enjoy herself first.

Bending down so she could get a taste, her fingers tried to wrap around it, they barely fit, he was thick and his cock was strong, like velvet steel. Her tongue traced his cock from the bottom to the top, he groaned loudly. His hand wrapped in her hair, each time she reached the top, he'd groan her name. She licked the slit at the top, where cream was leaking out. She let some spit drip down his cock, making it slicker and tastier.

Fitz lay back, his abs contacting as he watched her head bob and down on his cock, it felt so good, her lips devouring his cock, she seemed to be enjoying it. His hand tightened on her hair when he felt a surge of pleasure so strong, he almost came. She stopped at that point, "Sorry," he said.

"No, it's fine, I liked it, I like a little pain with my pleasure," she smiled at him, her lips covered in juices from sucking his cock. Fitz looked at her, really looked at her, his heart contracted.

Pulling her up to him, he kissed her and pulled her body under his, slowly he moved down her body.

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